NOVEL: Genocidal Organ. PDF download · download 1 file · SINGLE PAGE PROCESSED JP2 ZIP download · download 1 file · TORRENT. English] Genocidal organ / Project Itoh ; translated by Edwin Hawkes. p. cm. of civilizations, and to find the true heart of darkness—a genocidal organ"— Provided by publisher. John Paul's grammar was, in a way, like sheet music. Genocidal Organ by Project Itoh - Who can win in a war of all against all?The war on terror exploded, literally, the day Sarajevo was destroyed by a homemade.

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The man you were supposed to meet today. Not is. He just suddenly up and left for no apparent reason. A few days ago, this was. I wanted to know the details. That's why we planned to rendezvous here today. I was expecting to meet him in person, but he just left a message for me.

That meant that Target B wouldn't be appearing tonight. Well, we'd still be able to accomplish our first priority and eliminate the former brigadier general, so the mission wouldn't be a complete washout, not by any means. Still, it was a loose end, and that always left a bad taste in my mouth.

What 'official government'? What 'government' at all? You're just a bunch of armed thugs fighting over scraps of land and wreaking genocide on your own people. Scum of the earth, that's what you are.

Our government needs to subdue the terrorist threat for the good of our own people. You imperialists are the ones who came here, trampling our indigenous culture to the ground, laughing at our efforts at self-determination, stirring up racial discord where our people have lived peacefully side by side for years…" At this point the former brigadier general seemed to run out of steam, and he abruptly stopped talking.

His eyes were glinting with a peculiar emotion, not quite fear, not quite sorrow. Silence pressed down, punctuated only by the distant rat-tat-tat of the ongoing executions.

How did our country ever come to this? That's right, it must have been terrorists!

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Terrorists born of intolerance and hatred, it's all their fault…no? No, it must have been something else. The military didn't need to declare martial law in the capital to deal with a routine terrorist threat, surely? The police had it under control? So why? Why has it come to this? How has it come to this?

There were no cries, no screams. The only testament to the anonymous dead whose corpses were piling up in the hole was the sound of the very gunfire that caused their deaths. I was getting fed up with this bullshit. Nothing good ever came of having an old man staring his own death in the face.

What was this, some sort of deathbed confession to atone for the stream of dead he left in his wake?

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Did he think he would earn absolution for his eternal soul or something? Seek forgiveness with a humble heart and you will be saved?

That Christian shtick isn't going to work with me, buddy—I'm a confirmed atheist. I told him as much. Called him out on his bullshit.